It is absurd for the Evolutionist to complain that it is unthinkable for an admittedly unthinkable God to make everything out of nothing and then pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into everything.

Facts by themselves can often feed the flame of madness, because sanity is a spirit.

The essence of all pantheism, evolutionism, and modern cosmic religion is really this proposition: that nature is our mother. Unfortunately, if you regard Nature as a mother, you discover she is a step-mother.

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

If seeds in the black earth can turn into such beautiful roses, what might not the heart of man become in its long journey toward the stars?

For us who live in cities Nature is not natural. Nature is supernatural. Just as monks watched and strove to get a glimpse of heaven, so we watch and strive to get a glimpse of earth. It is as if men had cake and wine every day but were sometimes allowed common bread.

It is very good for a man to talk about what he does not understand; as long as he understands that he does not understand it.